This one here is a good old-fashioned gut-shot Zombie Tuesday.
Got yourself a few hours to sit in front of your computer?
This is it. The one that started it all. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead.
All in Flash.
(As it’s in the public domain, it was a perfect choice for On2 to transfer into Flash 8 video.)
Enjoy.
(Thanks, Dad!)
Everyone relax. After two weeks of desperate searching, many sleepless nights, and an unfortunate incident with a bag of staples and some Super Glue, we are pleased to announce that our missing Zombie Tuesday has been found:
Ummm… it seems that Zombie Tuesday has decided to become a… UK-based design and… ummm… hosiery business.
You know, I just just can’t top that for weirdness.
And anyways… these staples are itchy.
I couldn’t find it anywhere.
I looked in my pants’ pockets. No luck.
I looked in my wallet. Nothing there but 481 ATM receipts.
I looked under the bed. Only dust bunnies and a sock. I put the sock on. I left the dust bunnies.
I looked in the closet in the spare bedroom. All I found were Christmas ornaments, a stand-up fan, and a leaf for the dining-room table. One of my feet started to get cold.
I asked my Lovely Wife if she had put it away. She said no. She told me to stop being stupid and put another sock on. And rolled her eyes.
I called my Sister Who Eats Poo. She didn’t know where it was. She said she had to go because she had a plate of poo cooling on the table.
I looked in the backyard. All I could see were chores that I hadn’t done. I switched the sock to my other foot. (Balance is important.)
I followed the cats around for a while, in case they had hid it somewhere. I saw the Small One eat some lint. I saw the Large One scratch the couch. (I discouraged this behaviour.) I saw them lie down on the bed together. They fell asleep. After watching them sleep for 2 hours, I deduced that perhaps this was not the most efficient use of my time.
I looked behind all of the doors. After four upstairs doors, I found something behind the downstairs bathroom door. Alas, it was just my other sock. I put it on.
I tried everything I could think of. But no matter where I looked or who I asked, it was always the same answer:
January 3rd’s Zombie Tuesday is just plain missing.
Sigh.
Zombie Tuesday is on vacation and has no zombies to offer you today.
Zombie Tuesday apologises for this sorry state of affairs.
Zombie Tuesday would like to offer you this picture of Zombie Puppy Dogs to make everything better:
Zombie Tuesday acknowledges that Zombie Puppy Dogs would so kick its ass if they were both out at the clubs trying to pick up women. Zombie Tuesday would be all desperate and tell really bad jokes and look all needy and the girls would say, “No way! I’m going for that dreamboat in the corner that looks all mysterious and dangerous!” And Zombie Puppy Dogs would just reel them in.
Zombie Tuesday is like Richie Cunningham to Zombie Puppy Dogs’ Fonzie.
Zombie Tuesday hates Zombie Puppy Dogs.
